The academy was silent, and the sky was dark. The headmaster of Eirene Academy, Arkien Aristotle, stood at the ruins that was previously the first house of his academy. It had been less than a hundred years since the founding of the academy, but this was the first time that a lot had happened in such a short period of time. So much so that even he, who could so willingly claim to have seen a lot of the world, was floored.
His pale blue hair had grown a bit longer, and since he had no desire to cut it, he had tied it at the nape of his neck. His hair at the front of his head framed his face, as the strands fell over his cheeks and eyes. The purple gem that bobbed on his left ear only further enhanced his features that were shrouded by the light of the shining moon.
